Chapter 4: The Voicemail
We didn't stay for dessert.
I got Mia into the car, buckled her in, and turned the heat all the way up.
Daniel sat in the passenger seat and didn't speak for two full minutes.
I let the silence sit there between us.
"She left Marcus's daughter alone too," he finally said.
"I heard you."
"I didn't know."
"I know you didn't." I pulled out of the parking lot.
"But Marcus did.
And he handled it privately.
And then she did it again."
Daniel pressed his fingers against his forehead.
"I need to call him back."
"Call him."
He did.
I drove.
I could hear Marcus's voice through the phone — not the words, just the tone.
Flat and tired, the way people sound when they've been carrying something for a long time and someone has finally asked them to set it down.
Daniel listened for a long time.
Then he said, "Can you send me the voicemail?"
A pause.
"I know.
I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner.
Please."
He hung up.
We were almost home before his phone buzzed with the audio file.
I parked in the driveway.
Mia had fallen asleep in the back seat, her cheek against the window.
I left the engine running for the heat.
Daniel pressed play.
Patricia's voice came through the speaker.
Warm.
Practiced.
The casserole voice.
*"Marcus, I just want to say I'm sorry about what happened with Lily.
I should have kept a closer eye on her.
It was only a few minutes and I truly didn't realize she'd wandered so far.
You know I love that little girl.
I hope we can put this behind us.
Call me when you're ready."*
I sat with that for a moment.
"A few minutes," I said.
"Yeah."
"Mia was five hours."
"I know."
"And Lily was four years old."
Daniel put the phone face-down on his knee.
Outside, the neighbor's porch light came on.
A ordinary Tuesday night on an ordinary street.
"She called it wandering," I said.
"Like it was an accident.
Like Lily just drifted away."
"I know what she said."
"Your mother left a four-year-old child alone, called it an accident, apologized just enough to keep Marcus quiet, and then did it again two years later to our daughter." I turned to look at him.
"And the only reason we know is because Marcus kept the voicemail."
Daniel's jaw worked.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want to know if there are others."
He looked at me.
"We have cousins," I said.
"There are other grandchildren.
Nieces and nephews.
I want to know if Mia and Lily are the only ones this happened to, or if there are children we don't know about yet."
Daniel was quiet for a long moment.
Then: "Why only some of them?"
It was the right question.
I had been sitting with it since Karen put down her fork.
"I don't know yet," I said.
"But I think you do.
Or you're close to knowing and you don't want to say it out loud."
He didn't answer.
In the back seat, Mia made a small sound in her sleep.
We both turned to look at her.
Her mouth had gone soft.
Her hands were open on the seat beside her.
"She told Mia not to move," I said quietly.
"Not don't go far.
Not stay close.
Don't move.
That's not a warning you give a child you're planning to come back for quickly."
Daniel's eyes stayed on Mia.
"She planned to leave her there," I said.
"For the afternoon."
The porch light across the street clicked off.
The car was very quiet.
"I need you to make some calls tomorrow," I said.
"To the cousins.
To anyone else who has brought their children to your mother's family events.
I need to know if this is a pattern."
"And if it is?"
I looked at my daughter sleeping in the back seat, still wearing Daniel's jacket because her coat had spent five hours in her grandmother's handbag.
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"Then we're not the first people she's done this to," I said.
"And we're going to make sure we're the last."
